The mistakes we make
Are meant to help us grow.
But sometimes what comes to mind
Is a malfunction of the soul.
Righteous thoughts are often lost
When sense can’t be made.
So we dwell in a well
Where our worthless lives now lay.
We look to holy books,
Hoping for an answer.
But the light’s not too bright
So we just marvel at its candor.
There’s such a yearn to turn
To things we think can guide us.
Seeking not the zen within;
Letting “the self” walk right on by us.
-By Duane Lee (http://www.penvsworld.com)
